Rhett blinked and stepped into the office. "Uhh. That's one way to put it, I guess." A sort of perverted way that Veronica would give him hell for later, but that was beside the point. "She objects to 'little,' though. According to her, almost 20 isn't 'little,' but at my age, I beg to differ."
He stepped a little closer to her desk and inspected the Pluto from a far. It did look a little sad. "Is he fixable?"